We went out to dinner on Saturday night at The Smoke Joint in Fort Greene, one of our favorite local eateries, and when I say our, I'm talking about all four of us. We walked over there, the four of us holding hands together for the better part of the trip. Once inside, we ordered our food and grabbed a table on the glass-enclosed porch in the front. Rack of ribs, bbq beans, mac 'n' cheese, grilled corn on the cob, and a cold bottle of Three Philosophers...my kind of dinner. But halfway into it, there is Eliza, standing in her high-chair, a cheek-to-cheek smile barely concealing a mouthful of corn, dancing away to the reggae that is blaring over the speakers. When I asked her to please sit down, she stopped for a second, looked at me as if I was high, politely said "no," and started dancing away again, knees bending up and down, arms waving in the air.
I may not know how to parent this one, but damn if I'm still not smiling about that entire scene.
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Rick-
Glad you had a good time @ the BBQ place....So are you ever planning to every write me back, or is there some cryptic codes embeded in your blog for me to de-code?
PS- Went swimming this weekend in our new pool. Want to come visit?
humiliating me for my complete lack of social skills on my own blog? when did you become so rowdy?
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